Keller’s voice changed from practiced calm to naked urgency.
He was saying I was hemorrhaging.
Then he was saying they were losing me.
My sight narrowed from the edges inward.
The lights stretched into white tunnels.
I heard the heart monitor flatten into one endless shriek.
In the middle of that chaos, Andrew’s voice came from somewhere near the wall, flat and detached.
He asked, almost annoyed, whether the baby was okay.
Then everything went dark.
When awareness returned, I thought I had entered some cruel afterlife.
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